Riding and slashing the stars of empire civilization

When Mirin put off Ella's proposal to eat rich food, the palace's banquet hall was still filled with uneasiness and trepidation.

The banquet was still being held, and the kitchen even served a new round of wine and food according to the instructions of the new emperor Ella... The first people to support Ella as emperor were the servants in the palace kitchen.

After all, Ella gives a lot of money and gives it readily. He is a good boss, much better than the stingy Queen Gaia before.

It's a pity that the nobles and elders didn't have the intention to take a bite.

These nobles and senators who attended the banquet were worthless, but they still had some basic political sense.

They knew very well that the new emperor was not serving dishes again to please them, but to warn them not to wander around and stay in the palace and not go anywhere.

Now that he's out, he might be the chicken who killed the chicken to scare the monkeys... Oh no, it was the Tianling Gai used as a wine glass.

"A bunch of fools." Lapland, who was guarding the door, laughed.

She laughed because Mirin did not give an order asking her to guard the palace gate and not allow anyone to enter or exit.

In other words, if these aristocratic elders had the courage to break through the door, Lapland would not stop them at all.

She was standing guard at the door just because she wanted to get some fresh air.

If he really stayed inside, Lapland felt that he might not be able to control his emotions and turn all these incompetent and timid guys into mille-feuille. Anyway, with the character of the doctor, he would not use these guys.

Thinking of the mille-feuille, Lapland didn't know whether to be angry or laugh.

For her, a lone wolf in the world of Terra, mille-feuille has always been a kind of slang. It was only after she met Doctor Milin that she really learned this pastry craft under his spell.

As a result, the self in this world actually cares more about this kind of mille-feuille than the skill of making people into mille-feuille.

What is this? Unintentionally inserting willows and willows to create shade?

Wait, what did the doctor tell him to let him learn to make mille-feuille? Why can't I remember it? Could it be that the projection of consciousness caused memory loss?

When the Lapland noticed something was wrong, there was finally a change in the palace.

The aristocratic elders, who had been uneasy for a while, mustered up the boldest courage. They recommended a person and approached Pahlavi, the only one who dared to drink, and whispered:

"Sir, is that really..."

When these noble senators came back to their senses from the shock brought by the Mountain of Light, they noticed that Ayla wearing the crown was too similar to the former emperor of the empire... now it should be the former emperor Nereitses. .

"Don't ask too many questions, don't spread rumors, it depends on what he says." Pahlavi said as he took a sip of the wine in his glass.

"I understand, I understand." The elected elder immediately understood Pahlavi's subtext.

Although Pahlavi did not directly acknowledge the relationship between Ella and the former emperor Nereitses, the words "don't spread rumors" in his words expressed this meaning.

It's just that if you say it like this, you won't be offended.

By the way, the second half of Pahlavi's sentence also means that it is still unclear whether the Cathay man wants to continue to use the orthodox banner of His Majesty Nereitses, or whether he plans to change the dynasty.

After all, judging from the situation just now, the descendant of His Majesty Nereits is just a tool in the hands of the Cathay man.

"Then when can we leave?" The elder asked after understanding this and preparing a bunch of flattering manuscripts that could boast to His Majesty Nereitses.

"Are you not satisfied with the food in the palace?" Pahlavi glared at the elder and asked.

"No, no, no, we didn't mean that." While denying it, the empire senator did not forget to bring everyone else with him. "We are just worried about disturbing His Majesty."

His Majesty's words were extremely smooth, and there was no embarrassment at all about changing dynasties.

Just like Ella said, for the "Roman" Empire, palace coups and the Praetorian Guard succession law were all too common.

And seriously speaking, the imperial nobles and senators who attended this banquet had experienced something similar once.

Until now, no one knows in whose hands the former emperor, the husband of the former emperor Lagaia, died.

Fortunately for the Imperial Capital, the other two emperors promoted in their areas of control that Queen Lagaia did it herself, especially Lu Song, the former chief senator who was expelled from the Imperial Capital. He even mentioned it when he had nothing to do.

"Disturbed? It doesn't matter. The palace is big enough. You can find a place to stay for a night without disturbing anyone." Pahlavi said with a smile.

Seeing the unsmiling smile on Pahlavi's face, the elders knew that Pahlavi was directly treating him as a lackey of the new emperor. He couldn't say anything and had no choice but to resign.

After returning to the others and telling the matter, the others only dared to hide it in their hearts even if they were angry.

Now they are the meat on the chopping board, this palace is the chopping board, and Pahlavi, who regards himself as a knife, is watching from the side.

It's just that the person in charge of this knife has changed.

"A knife...that's fine. We really lack similar people at our disposal. It's not suitable for others to do this kind of thing."

Ella in the basement nodded thoughtfully.

If Gray Wind were to do it, it would be overkill. Attila would not do such a thing, and Alori would probably be put under martial law.

As for letting Arthur come, she is more suitable as a secret Black Knight rather than a superficial communication bridge.

Moreover, if a Battanian like Arthur is allowed to do such an offending job, if it really causes public dissatisfaction, it will only be thought that it was Mirin who did it.

If it were Pahlavi, there would be no problem. His former identity is destined to divert some of the hatred. If the livability is too low, he can be killed to increase the livability.

Aila, who had never seen this kind of operation from Milin, was a little surprised by this kind of power technique that was already regarded as a kind of superior person.

"Actually, I just remembered that there is such an operation. By the way, one day I can make Pahlavi the Earl of Glamorgan." Milin quickly put on a white lotus attitude.

"Admiral, that is not what the Plantagenet Earl of Glamorgan meant."

Ella wanted to roll her eyes at Milin, but she held it back out of reserve.

Because seriously speaking, she is now more like the Earl of Glamorgan, just a tool used to let Milin have the highest claim to the empire.

"Um, as long as the idea is achieved, that's all."

Milin shrugged at Ella's failure to follow the joke.

"Since you can't take advantage of big players, how do you plan to solve our current economic crisis, Admiral?"

Ella asked, not knowing what plot Mi Lin was playing again.

"Let's eat at another house. You just choose a target and let Pahlavi do it. At the same time, let Arthur be responsible for monitoring." Milin said.

"Surveillance openly or secretly?" Ella asked immediately.

"You are the emperor, it's up to you." Milin said as if he was the shopkeeper.

"...Admiral, if you show off like this, I also want to know what to do! The promised paid leave is here!" Ella said speechlessly when she saw Milin's attitude.

But before Milin could respond, Ella immediately put away her speechless expression and said: "Let's monitor him secretly, just to see the ability of the Black Knight version of King Arthur in this regard."

What made Ella change like this was when she remembered the crown... to be precise, the diamonds on the crown.

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